Poetry means nothing to me
I just don’t see why it should mean anything
A poet, they might have something to say
But you’d have to be them to see it their way
Poetry, there’s nothing to see
Beyond a bunch of As, Bs, Cs, and Ds
And anything else to describe a line
They’re all just words from a high school mind

Oh poetry, must you speak symbolically,
In words that ring and rhyme,
Although they may never make a shred of sense?

Poetry means nothing to me
At least in the sense that it’s something to teach
I see students bend their ears to the sound
As if it were something to turn me around
Well I turn around and I turn around
It’s the same poem on the same grounds
You can’t make me see anything there
And you might as well stop trying to make me care

Oh poetry, enough of this formality!
Why can’t you sing in a key
That doesn’t pretend to be more than it means?

Once you get it in your head
That there’s something deeper to be read
Then you only see the things you want to see
And once you start to read it again, it goes
A, A, B, A, A, B, and then
You’re so disappointed when it doesn’t make you think

Poetry means nothing to me
Aside from the facts, like “this is verse three”
I may be in love with the sound
But it won’t be any different when I turn around
And I turn around and I turn around…